The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Lorraine left the cabin.

His equipment was neatly arranged at the doorway of the house, and the backpack he had thrown away was retrieved and even had the dirt wiped off.

"Snap—Snap—"

The sound of shovels hitting the soil came from not far away. Lorraine turned his head and looked in the direction of the barn.

He put his backpack back on, picked up his rusty throat, and slowly walked over.

The scorched earth where the battle had taken place remained unchanged; two corpses could even be seen lying on the ground in the distance.

He slowly walked around the charred fence. The giant rat carcass that had died there was gone; it had probably been disposed of.

An old peasant woman was standing bent over by the barn, holding a long-handled shovel and vigorously poking at the mud in front of her.

Her son was standing to the side, staring blankly at old Hunter's body on the ground, lost in thought.

The soil was frozen hard in winter, and it was very difficult for her to shovel it.

Hearing Lorraine's commotion, the old peasant woman turned around and, upon realizing it was him, quickly put down her shovel, wiped her hands on her clothes, and gave a forced smile.

"My lord, you're awake?"

Lorraine stopped in his tracks, nodded silently, unsure of what to say.

The old peasant woman bit her lip, took a bag from her waist, quickly walked up to Lorraine, and handed it to him.

"This is what Hunter promised you, and we cannot go back on our word, sir. Please accept these."

Lorraine wasn't feeling well.

He wasn't sure if he should accept the bag of money.

His mission was simply to help clear out the giant rats, and he has now completed that mission. But to be honest... it's clear that Sauron came to attack him, and Old Hunter's death was somewhat related to him.

Although it would be a very foolish thing to take the blame for the robbers' evil deeds.

But looking at the mother and son in front of him, Lorraine simply couldn't bring herself to reach out her hand at this moment.

"Sir, Hunter is gone. We don't want him to continue to bear the stigma of being a liar. Please help us..."

The old peasant woman held the money bag in both hands and handed it to him again.

"Okay." Lorraine's eyes welled up with tears. He lowered his head to suppress his emotions, reached out and took the money bag, opened it on the spot, and began to count the money carefully.

"One silver, two silver, three silver..."

There were only three silver coins inside, and the rest of the bag was full of copper coins. He counted them one by one, taking quite a while.

"It's 1 gold coin and 15 silver coins in total. We're even now."

Hearing this, the old peasant woman could no longer bear it, and tears streamed down her face. She wiped them haphazardly with her sleeve, not wanting to lose face in front of the adults, but the more she wiped, the more tears she cried.

Lorraine couldn't bear to watch any longer. He picked up the shovel from the ground and said softly, "Let me help you."

Although his injuries had not yet fully healed, his strength of thirteen points was unmatched by the old woman. After more than two hours, he dug a shallow pit large enough to accommodate old Hunter.

After burying old Hunter in the ground, Lorraine looked at the boy who was still standing there in a daze and comforted him:

"Your father is a brave man, and he asked me to tell you that you will definitely become a powerful adventurer."

The boy pursed his lips, and his eyes finally lit up, but he slowly replied, "Sir, I don't want to be an adventurer anymore."

The old peasant woman hugged her son and began to weep softly. After a while, she suddenly remembered something and quickly explained to Lorraine:

"Sir, your spoils are still there; we haven't dared to touch them."

"Okay, thank you."

Lorraine nodded, knowing that there was no point in saying anything more, and could only turn around and leave.

......

Lorraine strolled through the fields.

He brought up the system panel to view the notifications he received when he killed Sauron and his men.

First enemy kill - human

[Reward: 100 Exploration Experience Points]

Current balance: 177 exploration experience points

He had always thought that only monsters could be considered enemies, but he didn't expect the system's judgment to be so broad, perhaps including all hostile creatures.

Fortunately, killing enemies and exploring areas are different; there's no progress bar afterward, otherwise he would have had a hard time guaranteeing he wouldn't become a serial killer.

"Let's see what we can get this time."

With a thought, the white dice reappeared in mid-air and began to tumble.

[Using 100 exploration experience points, you rolled 1 die]

The dice stopped rolling quickly, revealing the numbers on their faces.

Fate has smiled upon you.

Points: Six

You have acquired the spell: Lorraine's Lightning Pull.

[Type: Pulsatology]

[Spell range: 15 feet]

[A lightning chain is established between the target and the target, pulling both parties towards each other's midpoint. If the target fails to break free, it will also suffer lightning damage.]

......

Looking at the points displayed on the panel, Lorraine was momentarily at a loss for whether to feel joy or sorrow.

"I knew it, this lousy system probably won't be able to draw normal spells."

He reluctantly began to describe the spell.

Lorraine remembered that the original Lightning Pull only pulled the target over, but now he had to fly over, which was too dangerous.

Why do I feel like I'm getting further and further away from being a proper monk?

However, it's much more useful than hair perception. If he had had this spell when he fought Sauron, well... he probably would have been killed by the charge.

Well, maybe it will have other uses later. At least it seems like a good choice for dealing with spellcasters. Close the distance and you can unleash a Flame Hand.

Lorraine is now quite adept at this kind of thing.

He hopes to try it out when he has more money, and he longs to become a real mage by learning the magic of this world on his own.

Before he knew it, Lorraine had reached the body of the young man he had ambushed and killed.

Just as the old peasant woman said, the corpse lay perfectly still on the ground, unchanged from yesterday, except that the exposed skin had turned a little grayish-white.

"Let's see what they have on them."

Lorraine bent down and crouched down, feeling around for the young man's equipment.

A plain wooden bow with no attributes whatsoever. I don't even know how to use it myself, so I'll take it back and sell it.

The matching quiver and a dozen or so arrows, the arrowheads of which look like some kind of stone, were sold together.

Hmm... two iron daggers, they look a bit rough, but they should still be usable after some sharpening, so let's keep them.

A tattered leather armor, almost worn out, that looks like something a poor guy would wear.

The boots are nice, but they smell a bit. Let's sell them.

Holy crap, how come there are still 6 gold, 3 silver, and 4 bronze coins? Dude, did you save that much money to buy a coffin?

Lorraine counted the coins in her hand, feeling disdain for the young man's hoarding and approval of his gold coins.

Okay, there's one more.

Lorraine turned and walked to the side. Sauron's charred corpse, having been burned, was rotting faster than the young man's and had already begun to emit a sweet, fishy smell.

As a bandit skilled in combat, he must have a lot of good stuff on him.

Lorraine rubbed her hands together expectantly.